Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of the Little Ancestor, She Always Wants to Cry the Big Brother

Chapter 185 Four Villains Crematorium 17
The chamberlain watched Sang Yu pick up Mu Huai, who was covered in blood, and was so frightened that he called the guards over to help.

"Your Majesty, let the guards come."

"No need." Sang Yu hugged Mu Huai without changing her expression, "I am in my prime and have plenty of strength."

Is this a matter of strength?
If you hug a strange man like this, aren't you afraid that the other man is an assassin?
What is prime of life?
You are only 16 years old, you have not yet passed your youth.

Besides, you are petite, and the one you are hugging is slender, which looks very unsuitable...

The waiter complained silently in his heart, and followed him in a hurry the next second.

"Your Majesty, please slow down..."

Mu Huai is a top-notch killer in the Jianghu. He was reduced to this point because he was plotted against by people in the Jianghu.

If he hadn't met Sang Yu, he would have been captured and tortured like in the original plot. Although he would not die and eventually became the best in the world, the process of being imprisoned was worse than death.

Now, Sang Yu took people back to the palace and immediately called the imperial doctor.

His body was covered with bloody sword wounds. The palace servants poured basin after basin of blood before finally stopping his bleeding.

Putting on clean clothes, Sang Yu sat on the side of the dragon couch and looked at Mu Huai who was sleeping, the more she looked, the happier she became.

Fearing that something would happen to him, she personally guarded the dragon couch. In the middle of the night, she was really sleepy, so she leaned against the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

In the darkness, the sleeping Mu Huai suddenly opened his eyes, his dangerous gaze swept across the unfamiliar palace, and finally landed on Sang Yu.

He was actually very tired, but as a killer, he had to stay alert at all times, so he didn't completely faint.

Naturally, she also knew about Sang Yu's rescue of him.

Right now, looking at the person guarding him, he approached quietly, looked at her slender and fair neck, and quietly exposed his fangs.

He was betrayed by the person he trusted most and fled all the way. Everyone he met wanted his life, and no one could be trusted.

She must be like that too.

He slowly came closer, stretched out his hand, and just when he was about to cover her slender neck, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose.

It's her smell.

Now, his body is also stained with this smell. It is not unpleasant, and it seems to have the illusion of comfort.

Thinking of the gentle response I heard when I was unconscious.

He hesitated a little, his hands stopped in mid-air and did not move for a long time.

Sang Yu seemed to be in a dream, subconsciously raised her hand, and held his hand, "Don't be afraid, I will save you."

That hand patted his hand, and the temperature in her palm was warm and comfortable.

Mu Huai's tight hands slowly relaxed, and he narrowed his eyes, the murderous intent in his eyes wavering.

Maybe she is different from those people...

Well, then spare her life for now and kill her tomorrow.

With this thought in mind, Mu Huai held her hand, preventing her from having the slightest chance to attack him. Then he changed his position, finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the early morning light, Mu Huai felt something rubbing against his face, and his vigilance as a killer exploded to the extreme. He opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the "assailant" hand, and pinned him down. Under the body.

"Are you looking for death?" Because of the violent movement, the wound on his body had already started to ooze blood, but he didn't seem to be in any pain, and his eyes were fixed on Sang Yu.

"I just want to help you wipe your face." Sang Yu raised the washcloth in his hand, his eyes a little innocent.

(End of this chapter)